Her husband’s peaches were her key to immortality, and he is gone. Well and truly. There’s no doubt that she has some great store of fruit somewhere in the Palace of Radiance, but the source of it has gone violently dry.

The only food that ever mattered is in scant supply, and her hunger has only ever grown through the centuries.

She can see Death coming for her. And so she clings to whatever straw she can find and scrabbles for anything to stave it off until she can find some new trick to keep from being crow-food.

So desperate she is, looking for a chunk of Providence to see her through.

I dunno. I mean, presumably, the stars upon their brows are of equal power, as tremendous as they might be. This leaves the dispute to be determined by the smaller details. In the way that a scale upon which mountains are balanced may be unbalanced by a single feather in the right place, the match between the the terrible and awesome might of the gods might be decided by the fact that, at the end of the day, Mottom is a scared old woman and Mammon is a motherfucking dragon.

How beautiful, is she! Raven black, yet elegant with flames that lick the stars… However, she is simply so rude. Her tone, her expression, her prose! Mammon is more than simply a lizard, he is the Grandest of Fathers, Unable to Attract Hatred! Mottom, o why must you shred my heart?

The city is probably on fire because it just crashed through a bank with infinite manifold recursions. It’s only for Mottom’s power that it’s even still intact after all that.

As for her youth, there are a number of possibilities. One is that Mother Om has quite a few youth-restoring methods lying around, in case her husband-tree ever got destroyed. Elixirs of life, purifying alchemical baths, rites of restoration, rituals of regeneration. She prefers the fruit because it’s quick and easy, and could be fed by that most abundant of resources: wives. Other methods are likely harder, more costly, more time-intensive, and may even require rare material components. Some may even be methods she can only ever use once, so she saved for a rainy day. When your immortality is conditional, and you have thousands of years to kill, you’ll explore other avenues.

Alternatively, her aging may have been psychosomatic the whole time. That is, bearing a key in the forehead may have properties of longevity. How else do you think Zoss and the other Demiurges managed to live so long? The hitch being that one’s physical state is tied to one’s state of mind. If you feel old, you’ll definitely LOOK old. It’s why I doubt Solomon David has had any problems with his own body, as his self-confidence is inexhaustible. Mottom, meanwhile, has FELT the passage of time, and it wears on her. Time is like water, ever flowing through her fingers. This is likely also what afflicts Mammon, who has had nothing but the Count to occupy him. Filled with regret and the weight of years, it’s understandable he would also look old.

At the moment, though, Mottom has had a righteous kick in the pants. She’s pissed, and that rage has motivated her to shake off the dust and move. In that way, Allison almost did the woman a favor. Petty compensation, that…

Hey Mother Om, look! Allison Ruth freed you from your burden!
Are you here to thank her?
Surely you aren’t here in undue rage. You were the one who wished to be free of the burden of rule, of feeding your gluttonous court. And now, our gluttonous court appears to be aflame.

… I object to the other reasons but speaking as a mercenary that actually makes sense.

Sleep on the ground in your armor the first time, you’ll feel a crick in your back and in your neck in the morning. Sleep on the ground in your armor for years, and it’s a warmer comfort than a hearth. Then, when you try to sleep in a bed, without your armor, all those cricks come back. Maybe Mother Om’s eons of rule have grown into her, and for all her fear and hate of it, she needs it after all; the bed is too soft without it.

Alternatively her actual literal bed might have also been caught in the inferno and that’s what she’s making a fuss about.

True, but she also kind of NEEDED that court to manage her empire. Between that and the threat of ages catching up to her, Mottom is kind of afraid of what will happen to the universe when her dominion falls. The six other demiurges working together was the only thing keeping the Big Red Idiot in check.

This is the single most metal entrance I have ever seen. Crashing to the heart of an infinite labyrinth with your own floating city, uncaring of the damage and suffering you’re causing to either the target or your own people, so consumed with vengeance that you ride undaunted and unscathed at the fore of your own flaming city as it batters it’s way through the walls, all so you can demand your quarry that much sooner

Assuming Mottom didn’t have to submit to the will of one of her fellows to sustain her life and figured out a non-demon peach way to survive, I’d say she owes Allison a favor. Her new method is probably also horrible though.

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